Although, inaccurate. Last time I was in an abstract vortex filled with floating blue spheres, there wasn't a naked woman wanting to kiss me. No, instead there was an organic, fleshy couch with seven mouths and a thousand eyes trying to eat my mind.

I remember times during High School, where we would have to make a movie presentation for something; every time, and I mean every single time, I would appear in a dress. It got to the point where I was showing up other people's projects wearing a dress. I received quite the handful of you-look-better-in-a-dress-then-me compliments. It was fantastic.